I Know Something You Don't Know

Listen Up! Listen Up! It’s presentation time
It’s Teaching Time
It’s Time to sit down Indian-style cross your legs
Don’t cross your eyes time to focus on the
Times they’re changin’ Gary Clark Junior John Mayer and Louis Armstrong Sam Cooke
Baby I was Born by the river in a beautiful world
Left for vultures still listenin’ for my train
It’s time to pay atten-tion
It’s buy your teacher an apple brownie points
Time Bonus credit Listen Up Listen Up
I’ve got a secret Up my sleeve
Let me tell you
I’ll reveal a little bit before I take my leave
I’m gonna tell you about something hidden
Are you intrigued?
I know something you don’t know
Aren’t you dying to know
What it is that is crawling under my skin, what is
Creeping attempting to find me stolen in sin
Listen Up my heartbeat is rising
Up-chuck I’m feelin’ sick
To my stomach Mind boggling
Ego vomiting Heart wrenching
I need to know whether I can trust you with a secret
Just… just don’t tell anyone what I’m gonna tell you
This is confidential and I’ll give you a peek into this file

With the paper clip around the side and the red clinging to the thick
Holder of these trials recorded onto slaughtered trees in a room
You’re in a chair pushed up to a table. Hands shackled one way mirror
One door, hinges pivot, a shadow at the table
They know my secret, but I know theirs
Please! Don’t tell anyone what I’m about to and if you need to cover your ears
I know what he doesn’t know
My ego fights for a hold
On my soul but I won’t let it, I won’t give up until
You hear what I will soon have had told
And I… I guess you’ve waited long enough
Let’s hear it, but before all is revealed you have to know
Of two things you may know a little bit about me
Music and writing. This is why I’m writing my wrongs on paper
To right this prolonged disturbance unknown caper
This is why I’m playing this song for you
Plucking strings so that you hear me loud and clear
I’ve decided that these wrongs must be on public displayer
Rewind press play cd disk player
Spinning around and around
I’m skipping, dancing around and around the point
I haven’t told you ‘cause I’m not sure you understand
I’m not sure I understand this
It’s a killer and if I am to continue, I must kill it
I’d say it’s about time for this to end

So bare with me. Hibernate this beast with me
Maybe this cruel winter can starve it out
So can you snow with me
Please rain on my staggering parade
So that It can be reigned back in
Storm with me
Come on walk and talk with me through the
Booming and the Thundering of this frightening, dreadful night
Its stalking me Can’t you see it?
A Shadow was never more alive
But you still don’t know do you?
I guess I haven’t been straight-forward nonetheless completely true to you
I know something you don’t know
And I bet you’re dying to figure it out
But I don’t want to let it loose just yet.
See I have an issue
On my mind, you have an issue paperback, the hardback is too expensive
But that’s where all the extra content is
This is what you see
A flimsy edition to this dude’s character
You have read my book, but you only know what I have written
Read b/n the lines, but there are missing sentences
You can only assume
And its distorted I need to fill in blanks
Firing blanks I couldn’t seem to hit the target
Non calibrated reticle off-set
I want to tell you about…
Listen! I just…
They know that I…
I’m not confident. This is an informative poem
And I want to tell you about how I struggle
So that you can see that I’m not the type to cuddle
With my strength, but rather my weakness
Like my confidence, I thought I could fake it well enough
I created a persona to govern this
Like my love, I believed that I could hide my passions
For speaking through writing and for imagination
Through creativity found within lyrics following lyrical motion
I thought I could construct my fears to that of which was maintainable
To that which had the ability to be overcome-able
I would be courageous if were not for reality
That is so mandatorily available
And I cannot deny that my greatest fear is For my sisters
Four times is enough to have a nightmare and
Have trouble sleeping thinking about convincing
Myself that it was just a dream
Possibility is a hungry lion, enough to have the courage to run
In fear
I’m scared
And they know it
Here is where i feel safest, well I thought it was
Hear what I have to say, I’m telling about my greatest fear of knowing myself
Of realizing the entirety of who I am because who I am hates who I have been
And they… they know it
I know something they don’t know
I knew a way you didn’t choose to go
I’m not as strong as I’d like to have been told
I’m frightful, I mean fearful, but I’m frightfully
Comfortable
My point is that the secret is out
My fear has made me complacent and compromising
I want to share my fear so that you know how to overcome it.

See, they don’t know that I seek to explore poetic means
To enhance these abilities
Look, I’m a comic book nerd at heart
And a music fanatic under skin
Gaze, my passions and gifts have stayed down too long
Elongate this sentence of complacency
I haven’t quite gotten it into my head
That prolonging these sentences doesn’t make me more profound
But i can dumb it down a little
It's not complicated
Recognize fear period
Adapt sickness to healing and Triad
Searching so that I can be sick-less
So I can bring forth Reaping
I am forth-seeking seeds to sow and I find
Them in little bags in the agriculture aisle
I can smell the dirt and witness leaves there’s almost an artistic style
Each with a different label, each with a different price, but the same value
Be true to your cashew I mean be compliant His love is truth-ful
So we should also be
Love-ful, rather than lust-ful to the desires of the lost-causes
Lost-creations False-imaginations False accusations
Don’t blame them for you and Don’t tell them about what
Tell them about Whom
It was that took them out of the womb
Who engineered that stove and flame in which
To cook Soul food
Yeah, I’m talkin about that fried chicken
That bar-b-que
About whom it was that initiated causality
Despite our false concept of infinity
Tell them about who first gave us understanding
I know something you don’t know
But now you have been told
And they figured out why these words are so bold
They figured me out
And to much dismay
There was not much to figure-in because there was
No ME only them
This is my dream

This poem is about: 
Me

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